Upon hearing this, Makena stopped what she was doing and was afraid that I would run away, so she straddled me.
She turned her head and glared at the reporter who spoke.
"What do you mean? My husband isn't good enough for her? Which media outlet are you from? What's your employee number?"
The reporter was scared into silence.
At this moment, another wealthy lady walked in from outside.
Her gaze fell on my wrist and she exclaimed, "Look at her watch! She has to be a mistress! Can she afford it herself?"
I finally regained my composure, and my voice was filled with murderous anger.
"Makena, I am your husband's superior, the president of the company! Do you know what you are doing? If you don't stop now, you will end up in jail and your family will be ruined!"
I thought she would be afraid of my identity and apologize, but to my surprise, she laughed even more arrogantly after hearing my words.
"You? A president? How many times did you sleep with guys to get that position? My husband has earned so much profit for the company, and you, a vixen, want to threaten me?"
"If you don't believe me, wait and see whether the chairman will fire you or my husband when this matter becomes big!"